Long Journey Back

Chapter 6 - Going Home

TYLER’S PERSPECTIVE:

 

We were awoken the next morning by the squeak of the door. I squeezed my eyes shut and nuzzled deeper into Troye’s chest. I wanted to just stay there forever. I felt his hand lightly moving over my back. At least he kept that promise, I thought to myself.

“Good morning, sleepyheads!” I heard Sage call as she entered the room. I groaned and opened one eye. Of course, I couldn’t see anything clearly, but Shaun, Laurelle, Sage, and Tyde had all entered the room. Tyde was holding up his phone. There was a flash.

“TYDE!” Troye shouted from above me. I felt his hands leave me and in a blur they were reaching for Tyde’s phone and he was sitting up, forcing me to do the same. I laughed as I watched the spectacle, grabbing my glasses from the table as Troye jumped to his feet and attempted to tackle Tyde.

“BOYS!” Laurelle finally said. “Enough.” They both stopped immediately and Troye sat back down with his back against mine on the bed.

“Delete that,” Troye said, looking up at Tyde who was now giggling at his phone screen.

“Nah, don’t think I will.”

“Tyde, please,” Troye begged.

“But it’s cute. I think your fans will love it. You’re people like pictures, Troye.”

“But I look like shit right now,” Troye said, angrily, reaching for the phone. “Please don’t.”

I turned around and clambered onto my knees behind Troye, putting my arms around his shoulders. I kissed his cheek and held my hand out to Tyde. “Can I at least see the picture?”

“Fine,” he said stubbornly flipping the phone around, holding it just out of my reach.

“It’s cute,” I said, kissing Troye’s cheek again. “You look fine, Troye, honestly.”

“I do not. I look like shit. I’ve just been in the hospital for a week. There is no way in hell that I look fine,” he said stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Actually, no,” I said, kissing his cheek again. “You don’t look fine. You look more than fine. I actually really like that picture.” I kissed Troye’s cheek again before looking up at Tyde. “Can you send that to me?”

“Yeah, no problem,” Tyde said as he went to sit down, not looking up from his phone as he moved.

I turned my attention back to Troye who was still pouting with his arms crossed. I wrapped my arms around him at the shoulders and kissed his cheek. “Oh, stop pouting, Silly. It’s a cute picture. The fans will appreciate knowing that you’re doing better.”

“But I look like absolute shit, Tyler.”

“No you don’t, Babe. You look ravishing. It’s going to be one of those ones that makes the straight girls have exploding ovaries or something,” I giggled and heard Sage doing the same in the background. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Babe.” I kissed his cheek again.